A torn cry to heaven, god please tell me why, why must I suffer? Why must I cry?
How much longer must I wait to die?
Wait, what am I saying, you don’t even exist,
Then why is it I blame you every time I get pissed?
I guess its because I want to believe,
Cry out to heaven and expect to receive,
Forgiveness for my devious ways,
Forgiveness for my sin filled days.
I once heard that god always forgives, and excepts you for who you are,
But then why do I always find myself wishing on a fading star?
Wishing because nothing I do seems right,
Constantly fighting this eternal fight.
Struggling with people who judge who I am,
Why aren’t you here god, to give a damn?
Maybe its because you aren’t really here,
Your just a story read about year after year.
A torn cry to heaven, god where are you at?
Sitting on your throne high above?
Convincing people to succumb to your love?
Well god, you missed one, you didn’t get me,
Or is this how you wanted it to be?
A petty girl torn between heaven and hell,
Screaming from within this darkened shell.
Once again I’ve changed my mind,
There is no god of any kind.
The creation of earth was one big mistake.
Humans formed from another blunder,
But someone out there had to wonder,
“How did we come to be?”
Someone said, from an “almighty He.”
And so a story was made up.
People believed and began to add,
Until it was the bible man had.
My cry to heaven was torn by plight,
Struggling to win this religious fight.
Prove to me this one you call god,
And maybe things won’t be so confusing and odd.
I’ve tried to believe, tried to let him in,
But its so hard in a world filled with sin.
He must be the director, and humans players on his stage.
Because that’s what I feel like, a puppet toy.
I have a million questions all starting with why,
Like why do we live and why do we die?
What is the purpose of living in a lie?
So many questions left unanswered,
So man cries to heave, when will I learn?
Well god, I’m waiting, when will it be my turn?